Red & Gold

[Verse 1: Prodigy]

Yeah, grown up thug shit

I fell in love with crime at a young age, I was into dark shit

So much pain, I didn't fear anything

Destined to be a king, word to everything

The Infamous little nigga from the Island

Hempstead, get dough and get violent

Shout out to Terrace, Park Side

The shacks in Martin Luther King Drive

Dusty little hood niggas love my raps

They identify with me, they can relate to that

Big gin gallon, little black strap

Put you to sleep real quick, little cat nap

You wake up in a few months, now how that happen?

Dummy motherfucker got his dome wrapped-ed

[Verse 2: Blu]

Damn, it was a wrap, with the window cracked

The jakes thought it was the crack in the 'Lac

He had the sister crack, was on my D and let the sisters pass

Was on my G, the Capri 83s with the mirror match

Uh, I never banged Crip 'til I hang with Crips

You lucky, I ain't had a eight on my hip

You seen days when you seen K's, was on gauge

Thinking I ain't seen a gauge, turned the gauge to the ink pen

'88, she sat on the plates

Told her I was '83, bagged the whole race

Gold chains on my chest, you need a vest just to be the best

I'm from the West where the realest rest, and the sun sets

The sun woke up to the bump with the blunt wet

Thirty minutes after the hour, for the ones fetched

It was a Sunday when I did the album

And got my first Jesus piece from my uncle Calvin

'Cause I'm a G

[Hook]

And if you wanna see the best of me

All you gotta do is test me

And if I can't bring it on home, ha

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo

Come on back to me, girl

Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh

[Interlude: Mitchy Slick]

Blu, P, you know

It's all the same shit, nigga

Kla-kla-kla, kla-kla-kla-kla-kla-kla

[Verse 3: Mitchy Slick]

Only here by the grace of Jah

Jumped out in broad with the cuete and got her

With each turn, bad bitch chased the car

Mandatory, too far for a drive-by in the Golden State

And I was klackin' away every day like it was just for play

Product of the government's foul play, a '80s kid

And it was twice the trip, 'cause back then, it was mainly Crips

We're fashionably Su-Woop-in' with a cautious conscience

Impressionably, my eyes wide through the nonsense

Switch hit, no homo, lil' nigga wanted nothing mo'

Than to come home with a trophy after winning the car show

Not too many managed to avoid the gavel edge

But it's no deterring once a young lad turn savage

Hoop dreams turn to coupe dreams, 'cause on the average

Once he 14, he Damu-in', grabs him a package

[Verse 4: Phil Da Agony]

He starts screaming, grab a pitchfork, stab a devil demon

I seen him, pro-Actavis promethazine leaning

Dreaming with the sun out

Death threats, I pull my gun out, your best bet is to run out

What you talkin' 'bout? I air 'em out like tires

Apply pressure with a pair of pliers, sing 'em like Jeremih, uh

Esquire swaggin' in a G-wagon, braggin' 'bout

Toe-taggin', blowin' fire out a dragon mouth

Down South or back East, they say "Out West, you a beast"

"Call me in the morning, take two of these blue and greens"

By any means, you a fiend

Shoot 'em up with music like New Orleans

Talking that Patois – Mardi Gras, hardy-ha

You don't go nowhere without your bodyguard, Gang Starr

Party hard, started off on Crescent Heights Boulevard, finished it

All my niggas guilty-slash-innocent

[Hook]

And if you wanna see the best of me

All you gotta do is test me

And if I can't bring it on home, ha

I'll tell you what I'm gonna do, then I'll leave it alone

Ooh, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo

Come on back to me, girl

Yeah, heh, heh, ohh, huh, huh